The Wedding Show Psyche

Geoffrey:Any one at which I'm not serving hors d'oeuvres or pouring champagne.

Will:Wow, then you're gonna think ours sucks.

Will:My fault. For a second there, I forgot who I was talking to, you know that?

Will:Three hundred? Who are you inviting, the entire Wayans family?

Phil:Oops. Ha-ha-ha.

Will:Oh, what the hell was I thinking?

Phil:And I'm going to network like it's 1999.

Geoffrey:No.

Hilary:Like Carlton Co.

Carlton:Smile, be polite...and wear a spandex dress that makes them sit up and say, 'Aye, chihuahua.'

Hilary · Ashley:I'll wear leather. Why don't you just wear hot pants and a bustier with two big cones on it?

Hilary:Before Memorial Day?

Will:Those are flowers, Fred. You know, like a bride carries at a wedding.

Phil:Whoa, Fred.

Hilary:I look like a call girl. A very expensive call girl.

Hilary:Oh, that's ridiculous, it isn't that short.

Hilary:Well, this is a serious waste of a Wonderbra.

Carlton:Oh, she's focusing, all right, on your chest. I mean, as unbelievable and disgusting as it sounds, she wants you.

Will:Hey, man, why you ain't tell me you invited the Ritzy's?

Will:Okay. Ding, ding, ding! All sumo wrestlers to the showers!

Fred:I'll take that as a no.

Phil:Crushing beer cans on your head...telling everybody why Sears is the place to buy tires.

Phil · Fred · Phil:You wanna take this outside? We are outside. Fine. You wanna take it inside?

Geoffrey:Just my luck...Whitney Houston and I had just survived a nuclear holocaust. And now I was the last man on Earth.

Fred:You call 5:30 early? Hell, the day is half gone.

Carlton:Hey, I met a nice gal through that ad. In some cultures...it's considered a real turn-on for a woman to have a sloped forehead.

Ashley:I'm definitely the Marilyn Munster of this family.

Phil:You're lucky she's dead. What? Uh, uh, I mean, my wife is still alive. What? She's gonna kill me when she finds out about this.

Phil:Actually, I'd prefer a white wine spritzer.

Will:Ain't no way I was getting married at a place called Temple Emanuel L. Lewis.

Will:Who's the dick who's a sex machine to all the chicks? Shaft? You're damn right. Ha-ha-ha.

Lisa:Well, okay, baby, but I don't wanna be given away by the pimp.

Carlton:although in November, she sold off a number of hairs... Shares.

Agent Dailey:That was a tape recorder?

Carlton:You're dilly-dallying days are done.

Will · Minister:Look, Lisa, baby, I'm telling you...I want to marry you, but definitely not like this. Right on, Will. Oh, by the way, dude, your Isaac Hayes impression stinks.

Will:All right, that's enough! That's it. Look, Lisa, baby, I'm telling you...I want to marry you, but definitely not like this.

Will:Oh, by the way, dude, your Isaac Hayes impression stinks.

Carlton:Thank God I pressed the wrong button. The B-side is John Travolta's polka classics.

Phil:So Daddy's coming home with a Turf Buddy.

Geoffrey:Only if he sits on it.

Geoffrey:Nope.